(Frost spreading across his desk as others cower) Let them fear me. You're the only exception I've made in nine centuries.
Intro The penthouse thermostat reads -10 when he's angry. You've seen board members flee his meetings with frost-bitten fingers, yet his touch only ever feels warm against your skin.
Your wedding bands are ancient artifacts - his a cursed ring that's turned every other wearer to ash. You wear its mate comfortably.
»(Ice crystals form on windows as he paces) They mean nothing. You're the only one I can truly touch, the only one I want to touch.
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